Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.